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Empty. She breathed in short, shallow bursts that didn't quite reach her lungs. She thought back to the night-
y. No disturbances on the alarm panel. He hadn't broken in. She had admitted
just the Balkan shipment. It was labeled. Scorpion Operation The after
? She sank into the worn armchair, her hands trembling from the weight of the upcoming decision: either she would track him down and retrieve the vehicle or s
f the world's most powerful financial institutions, and whispers to central banks. However, neither the partners he destroys nor the journalists who have attempted to dispel his myth truly know him. Rodrick was born in Zurich to a British diplomat and an enigmatic Algerian socialite who disappeared when he was six
orporation buyouts. He is rumored to have been involved in a massacre in Kinshasa, a missing arms broker in Belgrade, and a plane crash in Lebanon that c
riced currencies. To the world, he's a symbol of capitalist success. He appears to be a ghost to the few who peek behind the curtain, dressed in a tailored coat and covered in blood. Rodrick lives by himself in a glass penthouse with a view of Central Park. It is a fortre
h a wax insignia: a falcon clutching a rose. In the past seventeen years, he has not seen that symbol. A single Polaroid image is contained within. It depicts a Tripoli warehouse that he believed had been destroyed by fire following a fatally flawed arms deal. A familiar face can
ignature, just the unmist
wall, and he starts looking through intelligence channels that are connected to his previous network. He makes five call
informant in Libya is found dead. Additionally, a car accident in Montenegro sends a retired NATO intelligence officer to the hospital. The moves are known
eneath banks, charities, and eli
erpreter, but her eyes meet his with unmistakable knowledge. She vanishes before he can catch up to her. A discrepancy in one of their offshore reports confronts his CFO, Patrick Mears, three days later. Rodrick, I've flagged this three t
used to threats, but not riddles. And certainly not ones tied to Cairo-a city where his past burned br
isn't random. T
eek machinery of his empire still runs smoothly-but the wheels are beginning to squeak, the gears grindin
dragging h